Rah Digga   The Harriet Thugman of hip hop has returned baby   C'mon      I be that bitch niggas wantin' in the lab   Rhymes comin', rhymes goin' like I was a dollar cab   Fingerin' the man tryin' to tap into his feelings   A misguided soul so ain't checkin' for the lyrics      Many different players, only one hold the ball   Ghetto fabulous chick, go against the protocol   With the grittiest lingo, still such a little sweetheart   Book educated with a whole lotta street smarts      Follow me now, as I build my fanbases   Makin' rappers worry like they got open cases   Harriet Thugman, ya'll can see shit through   Like a whole world of people wait for Episode Two      I be the rap purist, the walking hip hop thesaurus   The innovator, spawned from Libra and Taurus   Do away cats with the same ol' whack   Lead a nation up north where the real party at      A place where we spray when our asses get older   No shots in the choke, no gettin' pulled over   A place where graffiti ain't considered a crime   And your favorite underrated MC's is prime time      A land good and fruitful, where lyrics free people   Black presidents, and all the weed legal   No rich or poor, we break bread and drink merry   Smoke a little Mary for the real visionaries